MY MAID

Imam Pov's

I still did not expect, it turns out that all this time I was digging a grave for myself. If only myself would suffer the suffering it might be natural because of the consequences of what I have done.

But if my son also has to feel the consequences? I don't think I accept it.

I am not a good man, though, I even deserve to be called a depraved man but here in my heart until whenever I won't accept if my son Ayesa has to endure the pain because of me.

I've never thought so far, really, it's all because of my fucking juniors who often rebel in time, which led me to marry my own maid but I never thought that my second wife would do such a disappointing thing to my son.

I swear to God, I love my daughter very much, many say that the girl was close to her father, yes I also feel so even though with Asiyah Ayesa also stay close but all this time because I am often at home Ayesa so spend more time by playing with me.

Asiyah also knew that the bond between father and son was very strong, she realized that more time was spent making cakes than playing with Ayesa, I was guilty because I should have made a living but Asiyah was working. Not without cause this happened, I have been looking for a job but never get the first ever work was also a little result, finally I resigned and sometimes help Asiyah but more often I invite to play Ayesa. It was a deal we both had rather than being a nun better with her parents. My income is only from selling bonsai and birds which is actually just my hobby, even then the result is nothing compared to the efforts of Asiyah if I can profit usually give to my mother of course still plus money from the cake shop, of course, she knew very well that the man's heaven was on my mother's feet and the wife's heaven was on her husband so she never complained that my money was for my mother.

Because of the closeness that came when Ayesa was sick she always called this father, obviously there is nothing that can separate us. And without me knowing it was I who made Ayesa sick like this the pain was not a trivial pain.

I've scolded Rumi yesterday, she's so outrageous that I never thought Rumi was that big and I'll make sure I have more heart, after scolding Rumi and saying goodbye to Ayesa at the hospital I intend to go home, it seems like something is wrong with my home.

In this house almost all parts there are cctvnya, but if the room is only the main room there is a cctv because it is a lot of valuable items in it for other rooms deliberately not installed cctv. I checked it out 2 years ago and everything looks fine, perfect as my family used to be, but why did Rumi look different over time, yes I just realized after seeing the dictv he was impressed like it caught my attention and wait first what is Rumi mixed in drinks, has Ayesa been given sleeping pills before I married Rumi? but after I looked further it seemed like the powder was mixed with coffee, yes the coffee was indeed served to me.

I keep seeing the details again almost every day he mixes the powder into my drink but I wonder what the powder really is, ah really something is not right in my house.

I checked again and sure enough she used to make Ayesa fruit juice and mix it with something maybe it was her sleeping pills, and the kasian astaghfirullohaladzim once my little daughter, he said, apparently almost every day Rumi gave him sleeping pills, just deserved to make him overdose.

I deliberately kept it a few times as evidence. It was fortunate that the room occupied by the Rus budhe was not the former room Rumi used to be, so now I will check Rumi's room.

Not much has changed from Rumi's room, I memorized it because I used to often complete my desires here, I checked every corner of the room and the results were nil, he said, but there is a box full of non-essential print items that are still located in the lower closet, Rumi used to also save ****** there I often open it first but do not pay too much attention to the contents, now that I spilled all the contents I observed again one by one and it seems that it is true that there is a small bottle of powder mixed with my coffee but there are 2 bottles with different colors, he said, if for sleeping pills here does not exist but at least there is video evidence and the results of the yesterday's labor as evidence.

I'm sorry my wife, you have the heart with my son I will be more hearty with your son.